Page 103 of So This Is War
And with that, I push through her door, slamming it as I stride toward my room.
Fuck, I hated that.
I hated everything about it.
WYLIE
Okay,so I pushed him a touch too far last night.
I get that.
I own up to it.
But for the record, just to be petty, he liked it.
He liked everything about me walking in on him.
Him walking in on me.
And of course, the finale.
I saw it in his hazy eyes and tented sweatpants.
And sure, did I cross the line? Of course, but to be fair, this was the goal, right? To push him as far as he can go? And, well, I did that last night.
I’m just glad I didn’t drag my sheets down like I wanted to. With him staring at me last night, I was seconds away from inviting him into my bed. And from the way his sweatpants clung to his bulge, I know he would have taken me up on the opportunity.
But once again, maybe it was too far. Talking about Patty Ford’s nipples while his hand was on his cock, yeah, that was crossing the line.
Coming in front of him, very much crossing the line.
The good thing is, the mission is accomplished, right? Teaching him a lesson and all. Now, where the hell do I go from here?
I’m supposed to talk to him this morning about his trip and what I should be doing for him while he’s gone. Do I go in all casual, as if nothing happened last night?
Do I ride in with a handful of apologies?
Do I drop down to my knees and ask for forgiveness . . . and maybe something else?
Or do I bend over and tell him to punish me for my bad behavior?
I smile to myself as I pull my sweater over my head. I can only imagine what he’d do if I bent over in front of him.
Chuckling, I slip on my slippers just as my phone buzzes on my nightstand. Thinking it might be Levi, I reach for it quickly.
I sigh heavily and answer.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Wylie, what was that yesterday?”
“I’m great, Dad. Thanks for asking. How are you?” I ask with a roll of my eyes.
“I don’t have time for pleasantries. I repeat, what was that yesterday?”
“You should always have time for me,” I reply.
I can hear his growl through the phone. “Wylie, I have a busy day of packing and getting ready for tomorrow’s game. I don’t have much time for anything, so answer my question.”
